Inscribe my name upon this face
But no one knows whose face I see
And when I look into the mirror
She just smiles back complacently
When I inwardly reflect
It gets a little more complex
And one by one, seems every person
Commands a literary excursion
I want to explain one thing
Or one thing at a time, I guess
But every time I turn a page
Another chapter demands my best
It coaxes me to switch characters
And each one makes me dim and flicker
But I beg, pardon my narration
It’s exploration of explication
I’m making it all up, lexically
Sowing, planting nonsense seeds
Another twist, another plot
Another outline, scribbled thought
Another enactment of events that has no place in the
dangerous walk
Of outline and outward and filling it in
Finding new people who want to talk
A rough tumble of struggles and cursed friends
who would
rather stay hidden
A charter box of paradoxical caricatures
Inside labyrinths of asymmetrical nomenclature
Does it make any sense when she trails off, she wonders
And there she goes again, looping a reality asunder
My dreams make my eyes think they're wide awake
Personified interpretation; imagination is the test
Wake up
Turn around
Not here
Not bound
Flying away and unattached
The otherly in my head gives me my sanity back
